zoinomiko:

catsbeaversandducks:

awesome-picz:

Cats Who Just Realized You Took Them To The Vet

“NO.”

omg the second last one!!

Advertisements

imakegoodlifechoices:

the-hopeful-lark:

tinybro:

so we have a conversational safeword in my group of friends and it’s great, idk why more people don’t do this. whenever someone wants a subject to be dropped immediately no questions asked we just say “spleen” and we stop immediately and it’s a really good way to avoid crossing the line between teasing friends and genuinely upsetting them by accident, or stopping debates from turning into actual arguments

Wait but no this is actually a brilliant idea. 

When I was a little baby high school student, I used to do the Living Chessboard at our local Renaissance Faire. We always used “forsooth” to indicate if someone was actually injured and needed to quickly end a choreographed fight. It was also very useful when doing little street improvisations because if someone tried to stop you, you could say “forsooth good sir, I must leave.” and they knew you couldn’t do a scene right then. We all used it in real life too, to say “no really” and it was amazing because there was a word used in a casual setting that meant “I’m not playing, I need you do listen to me.” So if someone tried to pick me up or tickle me, I could say “forsooth stop.” And I was instantly obeyed. I had “forsooth” long before I learned what a safeword was, and having a non-sexual safeword for everyday use amongst a circle of friends was the best thing ever. It made me feel very safe and listened to, even as a tiny 14 year old. Because let’s be honest, 14 year old me was teeny tiny and adorable and it’s easy to coo at kids when they say “no don’t pick me up!” but to have a word that every single person respected to mean “whatever I say after this MUST be listened to” was amazing. It gave me a definitive voice when it would have been easy to dismiss me.

So basically having platonic safewords is awesome and I’m all for it.

wokecourfeyrac:

courfeyrac and enjolras holding hands is the most pure 

uncensoredzayn:

eponine and gavroche finding a puppy and are unable to take care of it at their home so they give it to montparnasse

montparnasse going out to buy the puppy a bunch of toys and a big fluffy bed

montparnasse taking naps with the puppy in its bed

montparnasse carrying the puppy in his jacket where ever he goes

montparnasse calling the puppy his little fluff ball of crime

oilan:

Courfeyrac, how dapper you are today! Today, and every day.

I may or may not have gotten a little overenthusiastic with the white gel pen.

thehumantrampoline:

bemusedlybespectacled:

lavellot:

meishuu:

chocochipbiscuit:

Hardest part of fic-reading: trying to figure out nice comments to say that don’t end up with me just repeatedly flailing at the keyboard going “I LIKED THIS I LOVED THIS WAAAAAAAH”

This is why I rarely leave comments :O I feel bad about it but I don’t know what to say that isn’t repetitive or just “aasdfsdg”

Same here.

I’m actually pretty bad at leaving substantive comments unless I’ve finished a series or read quite a bit of it.

And art? Ha, no, because I feel weird about leaving the same types of compliments

As an author, flailing around is totally fine and in fact encouraged because the mental image of someone getting excited because of my work will stick with me for days.

Just copypasting some bit that made you flail, with no added comment but a keysmash or emoji, is also delightful.

hawkeyebadasssniper:

apiratenhisprincess:

4ngelo:

theodorepython:

miami-tea:

The Defibrillator Toaster

My mom would be so annoyed… every morning I would run into the kitchen screaming “WE’RE LOSING THEM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP!”

“DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, DAMNIT!!!  NURSE, WE NEED 12 CC’S OF CREAM CHEESE, STAT!!!”

He’s bread, Jim.

Time of deliciousness: 7:15 A.M

If we don’t restart his heart , he’s toast! 

JESUS CRUST.

JAM IT!

“Daddy’s in a butter place now, kids.”

I WASN’T EVEN GOING TO REBLOG UNTIL I SAW THE SHIT TON OF PUNS

HES BREAD JIM

JESUS CRUST

To pay my respects, Ill be sure to place a flour on his grave.

Hold up, I’ll be at the funeral in a Jif.